She visited me almost every night And so I called her ’Mara In my dreams she came, To propose the logical; she said To procure a solution to my long-littered problem, That of chronic singleness I asked her why, Why her perplexities weren’t sufficient for her She gave me some inkling into the troubled waters of her soul It’s the turbulent shaking of love, she said And it was only because her heart was reverberating, With concerns for my emotional health And so I proposed the illogical, it seemed I was not afraid of walking home alone, Or of being by myself Rather, I was unaware of its complexities And more wary of her venturi-like love We put an end to our illusory discussion: Maybe she was the illogical one, actually Or maybe I was the one who needed a rude awakening From the side effects of ketamine ’Mara came again last night, This time, she sounded so urgent, More willing to beat her thoughts into my ‘crazy’ head She said I ...
